500 years later…

A few days ago I went to the lake for a stand up paddle session. The whole building of the bath where i had my board is built on stilts, so the water is right below. Really enjoyed the session but was already late for work. Back in the locker room I grabbed my Jeans and „klooooiiinnngg“ – heard something drop on the floor and falling through the duckboards. My appartment key. Gone. Lying on the bottom of the lake. And my flatmate on holidays for three weeks. Already imagined myself sleeping under a bridge 😉 Managed to organise a spare key. How many keys must lie beside mine on the bottom of the lake already? In 500 years, when the lake has dried out and archaeologists are digging for little treasures, they will find a spot full of keys. What questions will they ask themselves? Why are there so many keys in one spot? Was it a weird tradition of the people back in the days? Nope, simple answer: Just stupid people loosing their keys due to carelessnes 😉